Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 391

Bill looked utterly helpless. "Come on, Rosita, you called me out of the blue saying you needed a place to stay. I did my best just try to make do for now, okay?"

"I don't care!" Rosita shot back, jaw clenched. "I want a hotel. A presidential suite!"

Bill arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? With your current popularity, you'd have to book a five-star hotel those suites go for, what, ten grand a night? Do you even have that kind of money right now?"

Rosita fell silent, lips pressed tight.

"Just bear with it a little," Bill said, unfazed. "I already called a cleaning service; they'll be here this afternoon. After a good scrub, the place will be perfectly comfortable. Trust me."

Rosita glared daggers at him.

Unbothered, Bill gave her a zen-like pat on the shoulder. "It's only temporary. Take some time, get yourself together. You don't have any events coming up anyway— think of this as a little retreat. Gotta run, I've got things to do."

And with that, he slipped out the door before she could protest.

Rosita stared at the drab apartment, seething. She was ready to explode, but with Daisy still there, all she could do was grit her teeth and hold it in.

Daisy tried to reassure her. "Don't worry, Rosita. You're amazing-this is just a rough patch. Take a seat, relax. I'll handle your things."

closed her eyes, and let her voice soften. "Thank you, Daisy. I never expected you'd be

joke. "They're the ones in the wrong, Rosita! I know you'll bounce back-talent always finds its place. You're going to turn it all around, I just

faint smile. "Let's hope

Daisy grinned and flashed her

for Daisy's naive pep talk. Glancing at

head out for a bit.

"Of course."

grabbed her

case was filled

made her way to the

the music competition had brought the whole Kensington family into the

Rosita, no one knew the songs Ottilie performed weren't written by Rosita, but by Briony. The entire

naturally, Rosita was now treated like

Madeline-the family matriarch, known for her old-fashioned preference for the boys-had done a complete about-face.

Madeline's favorite, had made a string of bad business decisions that sent the Kensington Group's already shaky finances into a tailspin. Madeline was nothing but disappointed in

rolled out the red carpet. After all, through Melody, Ottilie and Rosita were

stop gushing about Rosita. "Such a good girl, Rosita. Thank heavens you didn't take

the tabloids for weeks, and Madeline had